My Best Friends Mom

"Fuck this Steve, I'm so tired of all this shit." Mike exclaims as he slaps his pen down on the kitchen table. He pushes back in his chair and leans back, looking up at the ceiling as he shakes his head, wishing he wasn't 18 years old. "These stupid college applications are so painful." Steve pushes up his glasses over his nose and nods. "Yeah, it sucks....but what else can we do?"

Mike looks back down at Steve and smiles. "How about we bail on this crap and head over Canyon Pizza? I bet Cindy is working this afternoon? Huh?!" Mike teases Steve, reaching across the table to punch Steve in the arm. From the outside, these two eighteen year old high school seniors make an unlikely pair.

Steve radiates nerd with his pudgy body, stringy mouse brown hair, glasses, and short height. Mike is tall, over six feet, muscular and strong with blue eyes and sandy blonde hair that looks like he just came from the beach. Between swim team, soccer, and track, Mike is fit and muscular with little fat on his body.

Steve on the other hand, is on the yearbook photography crew, programming club, and chess club. Yet with boys, some things never change. Steve moved into the neighborhood in second grade when his parents got a divorce. That summer, Mike and Steve roamed the neighborhood looking for fun everywhere and have been close friends ever since.

Anytime some kid would pick on Steve, Mike was there to defend him. Steve didn't get picked for the team? Mike stepped in and made sure he was on the team. Steve didn't get invited to the party? Mike took him as his guest. He didn't know it, but Steve's mom Sara noticed and loved him for it.

She loved the way Mike protected her boy and really took care of him, almost like a father would do if Steve had one around. Steve's father was a dead beat and never showed up for anything in his life. Sara really stepped up though, and through her job in a local law office she provided a good life for the two of them. Even taking Mike on some of their family vacations.

"Shut up Mike!" Steve calls out, batting Mike's hand away. "She will never look at me anyway with you there." Mike grins at his friend, "Now don't sell yourself short man, some girls really like that intellectual type...maybe Cindy is like that huh?"

Steve laughs and shyly shrugs his shoulders. "Whatever man."  Steve dutifully returns to his laptop, working on some bullshit essay for his college application. Just then, Steve's mom walks into the kitchen where the two boys are working.

"Hey boys, how's the application going?" Sara says with a warm smile. Steve adjusts his glasses, his eyes never leaving the computer in front of him. "Not bad mom, making some good progress here." Steve replies enthusiastically. Mike just groans, "Uuggg, I'm so done with this right now I can't even think about what to say."

When Sara walks into the kitchen and sees the two boys at the table she marvels again at how different they are. She can hardly believe that this young man sitting across from her son is the same gangly little boy she feels is like her second son. One summer things just seemed to change. He went from this awkward skinny smiling kid to this....handsome sexy young man.

Sara reaches and grabs a glass from the cabinet to get a drink of water. His smiles used to warm her heart, now they warm another part of her. 'God,' she thinks to herself as she grabs a glass from the cabinet, 'I need to reign in these thoughts before they get me worked up.' She tries to distract herself by bringing up the pizza idea.

"Ha ha, sounds like you guys could use a break. I think I heard something about Canyon Pizza?" She turns and looks over at us, her eyes seemingly to linger on Mike a little longer than normal. "Anyways, I've got some cash in my purse by the door if you guys want to take a little break."

Mike glances over at Sara as she fills her glass with water from the fridge. Her back is turned to them and his eyes seem to move on their own, taking in the sight of her long wavy brown hair, the white tank top that just leaves a rim of tan skin showing between her top and her short soccer shorts.

As her glass fills she has a sensation of eyes on her body, the way every woman can just tell when a man is looking at them in THAT way. Before she can even realize it her heart is beating a bit faster and she finds herself tapping a foot to a happy beat in her mind. As she turns around her breath catches as she sees Mike has been staring at her with a lustful look in his eyes.

He continues to rove down her curvy round ass, thick soft thighs and legs, smiling as he notes her bare feet, one foot taping to a beat in her own head. Sara has been like a second mom to Mike. His parents are always demanding and putting expectations on him...win this...excel at that...do better....be more. It can be so tense and stressful, he really appreciates being able to relax over here with Steve and Sara.

She's always been so kind and sweet like a mother should be. Lately though, he keeps noticing things. Noticing how cute her lips are, or how nice her boobs look in different clothes. He finds himself daydreaming about her, and even masturbated one night while thinking about her. He still feels a little guilty about that.

Suddenly realizing that he's been totally checking out Sara, Mike clears his throat and quickly looks away, not before Sara turned around and saw him staring though. "So anyways, yeah, Steve....what do ya say? Canyon? You in?" Steve finally looks up from his screen. "Yeah, why not. We could use a little break." He turns to look at Sara, "Heading out them Mom, be back sometime after dinner."

When he quickly looks away and Sara wonders if she just imagined it. With all those cute high school girls around there is no way he'd ever look at her like that right? And why should she even care about that, it's not like she wants him to look after all. She shakes her head and takes a drink of water as Steve gets up and heads to her purse.

Mike stands up with a groan, then extends his arms up high to stretch out his back. His fitted tshirt lifts up and shows off his toned abs. He leans first to one side then the other, really stretching out his back and flashing his body without realizing he has an audience.

She glances over at Mike and catches him stretching. His strong muscled arms and chest are highlighted nicely in his fitted dark tshirt. As he raises those muscled arms up to the sky his shirt rides up and reveals those tight smooth abs of his.

'Sara,' She tells herself, 'Get a grip honey.' She starts as a little water spills from the glass she's holding while she's distracted by Mike's sexy young body. The cold water splashes down over her white tank top, making one boob a bit see through. She's not wearing a bra, and her hard nipple is now very obvious.

Her gaze quickly shoots up to Mike, hoping he hasn't noticed it yet. A flush enters her cheeks as she sees his eyes riveted on her boob and now very visible hard nipple. She feels frozen, unable to move or speak. Unconsciously her eyes slide down to his black shorts and she sees a large bulge in his shorts.

A spark shoots through her tummy down to her pussy as the sight. Just then the sounds of Steve walking back to the kitchen break the spell and she quickly turns around, facing the sink.

Mike can hardly believe what just happened. Just minding his own business, stretching out his back from sitting for so long, and he opens his eyes to see Sara....well...Sara's hot boob and nipple poking out from a damp tight white tank top to be exact. Fuck but that is one of the hottest things he's ever seen.

Her large round breast straining against that thin fabric. The water making her white top almost see thru so he can see not only her nipple poking out but a large dark areola around it. He feels his dick get instantly hard. He knows he should look away, but he can't tear his eyes away from this glorious sight.

That nipple seems to be calling to him, begging him to touch it, kiss it, suck on it. The shuffling of Steve's feet breaks the moment and as Sara blushes and quickly turns around Mike sits back down to hide his obvious boner. An uncomfortable tension fills the room as Steve strolls into the kitchen oblivious to everything around him.

"Alright, thanks for the cash Mom, you are the best!" Turning to Mike, Steve continues. "Ready to go buddy?" Mike quickly adjusts his shorts, hoping to hide his erection and stammers out, "Uh, yeah...lead on Steve-O, I'll be right there." Oblivious to the read of the room, Steve grins and walks over to his Mom, giving her a side hug. "Bye Mom, see ya later."

Sara clears her throat, "Bye son, you two have fun." She manages to get out. Mike, feeling awkward, stands up and starts to leave, unsure of what to say. He pauses, partly turns to her, then turns away. After taking another step, he turns back to her just as she turns around to face him, thinking that he was still walking away.

Once again they find themselves facing each other. His eyes instantly sliding down to see her nipple on display still, her eyes noting the outline of his hard dick in his shorts. They each quickly turn away and Mike stammers out, "Bye Ms Tucker." He manages to get out rather formally.

Shaking his head at his idiotic response. Sara quickly responds, "Enjoy yourself Mike." her mind quickly forming an image of him 'enjoying' himself as she closes her eyes and shakes her head. They both pause, then Mike quickly exits the house with oblivious Steve.

Initially, Mike is quiet as he drives Steve to the pizza shop in his dark blue jeep. Soon enough, between the music on the radio and the feeling of the wind in his hair, the awkward moment is forgotten like only an eighteen year old boy can. A few minutes later they arrive at the pizza shop and hop out, heading inside to order a pie and a couple of sodas to enjoy.

The place is not too busy and they both enjoy a friendly chat, teasing each other, eating good food, and watching some sports on the TVs against the walls. Cindy is not working this evening, but they have a good time all the same.

Back at Steve's house, Sara stays facing the sink after the boys leave. Her hands resting on both edges of the sink. "Fuck fuck fuck," She calls out to the empty room. Her mind keeps filling with that image of the outline of Mike's hard dick, wondering what it looks like, what it would feel like in her hand, in her mouth....in her...."Stop it Sara." She quickly yells to herself.

She stands up straight and shakes her head, "Nothing to do about it now anyways." She feels terrible for causing such an awkward moment, and hopes that the awkwardness doesn't linger. She loves the friendship Mike and Steve have, and genuinely enjoys having Mike around. She hopes this won't ruin any of that.

She realizes that underneath the embarrassment and concern for her boys, she feels a rising tide of lust. Sara lets out a sigh, then grins. She quickly heads up stairs, her pussy getting warm as she thinks about which of her little friends to use right now. As she enters her room she peels off the tight tank top and tosses it onto the chair in the corner by her dresser. Kneeling down, she reaches under her bed and pulls out a special box.

Her large tan tits bounce and shake as she walks over to the desk and sets down the box, flipping open the lid. She selects one of her favorite vibrators, a slim blue design that fits in her hand well. As she turns to her bed, she pauses and goes back to the box to grab a large thick dildo as well. Leaving the box on the wooden desk she feels a thrill course through her body as she sits on the bed.

She quickly strips off her soccer shorts and the pair of pink panties underneath. Tossing both on the far side of the king size bed she hops up and adjusts her pillows to lean back on. Taking the vibrator in hand, she flips it on, knowing that her pussy is already wet. She deftly grazes her pussy lips and clit with the vibrator, letting out a pent up moan at the sensation. "Ohhhh fuckkkk."

She continues to tease her pussy for a few minutes, letting her other hand rover over her skin. She ends up caressing her boobs, softly tracing circles around her nipples as the vibrator tickles her pussy and clit. Another moan escapes her lips, "Mmmmm." She lets the toy press into her aroused clit, sparks of pleasure shooting up her body as she traps her nipple between two fingers.

She softly pinches her nipples while closing her eyes, images of Mike's muscled arms and tight abs filling her mind. She attempts to push the thoughts away at first, but then thinks, 'Fuck it, I'm a grown woman. I can think about whatever I want.' Letting her mind wander, she recalls recent times when Mike has been over swimming, or working in the yard with his shirt off...and of course, of that hot outline of his big cock in his shorts today.

Keeping the vibrator going on her clit, she moves her hand away from her nipple to grab the large dildo. She guides it between her pussy lips, rubbing in up and down her wet slit to get it all lubricated. Then she spreads her thighs wider and slides the dildo in, imaging what Mike's cock would feel like instead.

She starts to moan into the room as she teases her clit with the vibrator while she fucks her pussy with the dildo. Soon she feels her orgasm building. She swirls the vibrator around her clit while she pumps the fake cock into her hole faster. The wet sloppy sounds of fucking echo off her bedroom walls as her body rolls in rhythm to her movements.

Waves of pleasure begin to roll over her as she calls out. "Oh God yes...fuck that feels good....Mmmmm.. fuuuuck yessss!" She calls out to the empty room. She flips off the toy and slides out the dildo, letting them both fall to the bed next to her as she lays back onto her plush soft bed. 'Fuck that was an intense one.' She thinks to herself.

A small part of her mind feels guilty at using Mike as a source for her play, but another part feels excited and thrilled about it. She closes her eyes and enjoys this afterglow of relaxation and peace, knowing she has plenty of time to clean up before her son comes home. Her round soft breasts heave and jiggle as catches her breath.

Mike and Steve head back home, the leftover pizza in a box in the back seat. Pulling up to Steve's house, Mike is suddenly reminded of Sara, and more specifically Sara's nipple. He feels a mixture of excitement and shame at the thought and misses what Steve just said.

"Yo, earth to astronaut Mike here!" Steve calls out to him, "You going to pick me up for school tomorrow?" Mike tries to push the thought of Steve's sexy mom out of his head for a moment. "Sure thing man, I'll be by around 730 or so, sound good?"

Steve grins and gives Mike their special hand shake ritual. "Alrighty my man, see ya tomorrow Bro!" Mike reaches back and grab the pizza, "Here Steve, you take this and see if your mom wants some." Steve raises an eyebrow, "Mike, giving away food? This is a first." Steve laughs as he takes the box. "Night Bro!" Steve calls out over his shoulder as he walks up the driveway to his home.

Mike feels an urge to follow him, to see how Sara is doing. He shakes his head and shifts the jeep into gear, speeding off into the night with thoughts of boobs, sexy legs, and pokey nipples floating in his mind.

"Mom! I'm home!" Steve calls out as he enters the living room. He hears his Mom call back from the next room and heads in there with the pizza box in hand. "Hey sweetie, glad you boys made it home safe. Did you guys have a good time?"

As Steve enters the room he smiles at his Mom and walks over to give her a soft kiss on her cheek. She's sitting in a chair by the window reading under a soft light. "Just me Mom, Mike dropped me off and went home." "Oh," Replies Sara, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "But Mike actually gave me the extra pizza!" Steve says enthusiastically, not aware of the slight disappointment in his Mom's voice.

Sara raises her eyebrows in surprise, as they both know how much Mike can put away. "Did he now?" She questions. Steve only grins as he sets the box down on the coffee table. "Yeah, said you might want some. I'm pretty full so it's all yours Mom. Anyways, I'm going to head upstairs and get ready for bed ok?"

Sara looks at the box, troubled by her disappointment that Mike didn't come in and this sweet feeling that he wanted to share this pizza with her. Surely it's all because she wants to apologize and clear the air between them, that's all. "Ok honey, I'll head to bed in a bit too. Just want to finish this chapter is all." She pats her book and pretends to go back to reading as her son leaves the room.

Instead, she finds herself thinking more about Mike and what she's going to do when he comes over again. Does she ignore it all, talk to him about it, wait and see if he brings it up? She shakes her head and rests the book down in her lap. "I'm making too much of this." She mumbles to herself as she stands up and heads upstairs to get ready for bed. She decides it's best to just ignore the moment and move on...not make a deal out of it.

Once Mike is back home he hops in the shower. The warm water feels soothing over his body as it hits along his back and trickles down his lean muscular body. Unbidden, thoughts of a round plump ass, large pillow like tits, full lips, and pointy suckable nipples begin to float around in his mind. In a moment he has a raging hardon again.

With a sigh he reaches for some soap to lather up in his hands. "Fuck it." He mutters to himself. He lets his thoughts linger on Sara, how her body would feel beneath his touch. What her lips would feel like to kiss, to have wrapped around his dick. He takes his soapy lathered hand and starts to pump along his thick big shaft.

He imagines taking off her wet tank top and burying his face in those glorious tits. Suckling those big nipples and fondling that ass. He doesn't make it much further in his fantasy as he feels his cum shooting out and into the stream of water from the shower. Feeling better, Mike finishes washing up and towels off, ready to go to bed.

As he lays in bed and starts to drift off to sleep he absently wonders if he'll see Sara in the morning or not.

Right about 730 Mike pulls up to Steve's house and hops out of his blue jeep. He struts up the driveway in his tight jeans and fitted polo shirt with a collar. He wouldn't admit it, but he recalls one day when Sara mentioned how much she liked that shirt. He feels his heart beating a bit faster and he wonders if she will answer the door.

He knocks firmly, then clenches his fists. A brief look of disappointment on his face as Steve opens the door and calls out over his shoulder, "Bye Mom. Mike's taking me to school." He knuckle bumps Mike and they head out and hop into the jeep to speed off to school.

Meanwhile, a shadow in the upstairs window moves. Sara had been hanging about her bedroom window for the past twenty minutes...definitely not to catch a sight of Mike pulling up to pick up her son.

She brushes a hand over her hard nipples in her nightgown, smiling that he wore that cute polo shirt she likes...or how his butt looked walking back to his jeep. She wonders if he would take her for an off road drive in that thing...then fuck her in the woods.

"Sara...you need a date." She laughs and mumbles to herself. There never seemed to be enough time to be a single mom and a woman. She sighs, then goes about getting ready for work and heads in to the office by nine am.

Work and school both go painfully slow for Mike and Sara as they are both occupied with this new tension between them. It's Friday, and they are both looking forward to having less responsibilities this weekend. Sara has laundry and housework to tackle, Mike has a soccer match for his school on Saturday.